I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only way to slowly stop the ache. But it's made of all the things I have to take. Jesus, it never ends, it pushes its way inside. If this pain goes on, I'm not going to make it!
I don't know why I can't get it out of my head. To her it's nothing. Just out looking for advice about fleas. To me it's a betrayal. The ultimate betrayal.
I need to find a way to shut my fucking head off before I go mad.
posted by Broken Hubby @ 3:53 AM
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Born in Chaska Minnesota, the youngest son of an engineer turned Methodist Minister. Relocated to the east coast at an early age. Have a beautiful wife and three sons, one from a previous marriage.
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